Songtexte Wintergardens - Chris Kimsey Mix - Killing Joke
                                                Bleak 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                hearts 
                                                in 
                                                summer, 
                                                long 
                                                wintertme
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                god 
                                                children 
                                                running, 
                                                immortal 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                chill 
                                                horizon, 
                                                shine 
                                                morning 
                                                stars
 
                                    
                                
                                                Configurations 
                                                I′ll 
                                                remember 
                                                herald 
                                                one 
                                                season 
                                                always
 
                                    
                                
                                                Run, 
                                                run, 
                                                run, 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                cry 
                                                like 
                                                children
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                wintergardens 
                                                now.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Run, 
                                                run, 
                                                run, 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                play 
                                                like 
                                                children
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                wintergardens 
                                                now.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cry 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                pride 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                wars, 
                                                the 
                                                tragedy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lost 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                blinding 
                                                frenzy, 
                                                all 
                                                knowledge 
                                                fades.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crimes 
                                                of 
                                                humanity 
                                                or 
                                                courageous 
                                                deeds?
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                longer 
                                                see 
                                                injustice 
                                                in 
                                                self 
                                                destruction 
                                                always.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Visions 
                                                of 
                                                pna 
                                                transforming, 
                                                new 
                                                heavens 
                                                come
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eternal 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                grey 
                                                skies, 
                                                gardens 
                                                invert
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nightshades 
                                                of 
                                                Eden 
                                                touch 
                                                me, 
                                                forever 
                                                touch
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                god 
                                                has 
                                                answered 
                                                prayers 
                                                here 
                                                (except 
                                                ourselves).
 
                                    
                                
                                                Run, 
                                                run, 
                                                run, 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                play 
                                                like 
                                                children
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                wintergardens 
                                                now.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Run, 
                                                run, 
                                                run, 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                play 
                                                like 
                                                children
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                wintergardens 
                                                now.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Adorations - Chris Kimsey Mix
2 Sanity - Chris Kimsey Mix
3 Chessboards - Chris Kimsey Mix
4 Twilight Of The Mortal - Chris Kimsey Mix;2007 Digital Remaster
5 Love Of The Masses - Chris Kimsey Mix
6 A Southern Sky - 2007 Digital Remaster
7 Victory - 2007
8 Wintergardens - Chris Kimsey Mix
9 Rubicon - Chris Kimsey Mix;2007 Digital Remaster
10 Goodbye To The Village - Chris Kimsey Mix
11 Exile - Chris Kimsey Mix
12 Ecstasy - 2007 Digital Remaster
13 Adorations - The Supernatural Mix;2007 Digital Remaster
14 Sanity - The Insane Mix;2007 Digital Remaster
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